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Force and Matter pt3
Title: Force and Matter (3/?)
Author: Blu (BluAlbino)
Fandoms: Supernatural/The Covenant
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Not really…
Summary: Chasing a lead takes the brothers to a small, seemingly perfect town in Massachusetts called Ipswich.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine…
A/N: I blame this all on xlorains_stormx, who frequently enables my nonsense, and helps me get from point A to point B, thanks Rainey.
The Winchesters were asleep when the strange man materialized in their room.
He appeared in a cloud of black smoke, bypassing the salt lines and noisy floorboards. He grinned crookedly and walked over to Sam’s bed.
“Can’t have you ruining my fun,” he said, placing a hand in Sam’s hair. They both dissolved into smoke and floated out the window.
___
Next he appeared in a dorm room, without Sam. He crossed over to the bed farthest from the door and crouched over the thin, dark haired boy. He placed his hand on Tyler Simms’ cheek and spirited him away.
___
Normally Dean was awoken by Sam walking around their room, trying to be quiet, but not succeeding. But today Dean, like a true warrior, was awoken by what can only be described as the calm before the storm. Suddenly the air in the room felt tight, nearly suffocating, and the skin across Dean’s exposed back prickled with goose bumps. His eyes shot open.
Then the door was broken in.
Not so much broken as exploded inwards, as if a wrecking ball were on the other side. But instead of a wrecking ball, there were only three very pissed off teenagers. One, to the right, was Garwin. To the left was a heavily muscled boy with hair slightly longer then Sam’s hanging in his face. At point between them was a snarling man with thick black hair and matching eyes.
Dean had just enough time to see all of this before he was thrown bodily against the wall and pinned there, the force pushing air out of his lungs. He gasped, trying to find enough oxygen to warn Sam.
But Sam wasn’t there.
“Where is he?” Snarled the boy in front, stepping up until he was right in Dean’s face. Funnily enough, Dean would’ve asked the same question if he could breathe.
“Caleb.” The longer haired boy said, putting a hand on the dark haired boy’s arm. Caleb, whom Dean figured was the Danvers kid they’d come here for, took a deep breath and Dean felt the pressure on his internal organs lessen.
“Where. Is. Tyler.” Danvers spat out. Dean gulped in a deep breath.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said honestly. Garwin’s eyes flashed black and, even though the kid didn’t move, Dean clearly felt a punch to his gut.
“Don’t lie.” Danvers said.
“I’m not.” Dean choked out, glaring back at the kid. “And where the fuck is Sam?” Confusion showed on Danvers’ face, and he looked at the long haired boy, who shrugged.
“The other Fed?” Garwin guessed, his eyes sliding back to blue.
“My little brother.” Danvers’ scowl deepened.
“That guy’s your brother?” Garwin blurted.
“Yeah.” Dean grunted, eyes still locked on Danvers. They stared each other down, assessing and intimidating. Dean felt himself slide down the wall, his feet making contact with the ground.
“Your brother’s missing too?” Danvers asked. Dean nodded. The last of the unseen pressure pinning him in place released and he fell forward onto his knees. “Talk.” Danvers spat.
Dean glared at him and picked himself up from the ground. “You don’t know where Sam is?” He said, ignoring the command.
“You don’t know where Tyler is?” Danvers replied, answering both their questions.
“So who took them?” Long-haired kid asked. No one answered.
In silence, an unwilling alliance was formed.
___
Sam woke in darkness. He was very uncomfortably tied up, his knees pressed up to his chest and his hands behind his back. Something warm was leaning up against him.
“You awake?” He heard a voice from behind him and felt the rumble of sound in the person’s back.
“Yeah.” Sam grunted. “Who are you, and where are we?” The person tied to him chuckled.
“Tyler, and you’re one of the Feds that jumped me.” Sam flinched.
“Sorry about that…”
“Not exactly a problem right now.”
“Right. So, uh, why haven’t you used your magic to get us out of here yet?” He felt and heard Tyler sigh.
“I tried. It won’t work for some reason.”
“I think I know why.” A third voice announced. Sam and Tyler’s heads whipped in the direction it came from, unable to see anything in the dark. They both flinched away as a sudden light flared, silhouetting a boy about Tyler’s age, with brown hair and very blue eyes.
“Chase…” Hissed Tyler.
“Chase Collins? As in the kid that died last year?” Sam whispered back. He felt the vibration of Tyler’s nod.
“So you’ve heard of me!” Chase chuckled, crossing his arms and grinning.
“What do you want, Chase?” Tyler spat, his voice much angrier than Sam would’ve expected. Chase’s grin widened.
“Not much, baby boy.” Tyler growled at his nickname coming out of his enemy’s mouth. “I just want you to scream real loud.”
Before Sam could even think about that statement Chase’s eyes flashed black, and an intense wave of pain spread through him.
Author: Blu (BluAlbino)
Fandoms: Supernatural/The Covenant
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Not really…
Summary: Chasing a lead takes the brothers to a small, seemingly perfect town in Massachusetts called Ipswich.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine…
A/N: I blame this all on xlorains_stormx, who frequently enables my nonsense, and helps me get from point A to point B, thanks Rainey.
The Winchesters were asleep when the strange man materialized in their room.
He appeared in a cloud of black smoke, bypassing the salt lines and noisy floorboards. He grinned crookedly and walked over to Sam’s bed.
“Can’t have you ruining my fun,” he said, placing a hand in Sam’s hair. They both dissolved into smoke and floated out the window.
___
Next he appeared in a dorm room, without Sam. He crossed over to the bed farthest from the door and crouched over the thin, dark haired boy. He placed his hand on Tyler Simms’ cheek and spirited him away.
___
Normally Dean was awoken by Sam walking around their room, trying to be quiet, but not succeeding. But today Dean, like a true warrior, was awoken by what can only be described as the calm before the storm. Suddenly the air in the room felt tight, nearly suffocating, and the skin across Dean’s exposed back prickled with goose bumps. His eyes shot open.
Then the door was broken in.
Not so much broken as exploded inwards, as if a wrecking ball were on the other side. But instead of a wrecking ball, there were only three very pissed off teenagers. One, to the right, was Garwin. To the left was a heavily muscled boy with hair slightly longer then Sam’s hanging in his face. At point between them was a snarling man with thick black hair and matching eyes.
Dean had just enough time to see all of this before he was thrown bodily against the wall and pinned there, the force pushing air out of his lungs. He gasped, trying to find enough oxygen to warn Sam.
But Sam wasn’t there.
“Where is he?” Snarled the boy in front, stepping up until he was right in Dean’s face. Funnily enough, Dean would’ve asked the same question if he could breathe.
“Caleb.” The longer haired boy said, putting a hand on the dark haired boy’s arm. Caleb, whom Dean figured was the Danvers kid they’d come here for, took a deep breath and Dean felt the pressure on his internal organs lessen.
“Where. Is. Tyler.” Danvers spat out. Dean gulped in a deep breath.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said honestly. Garwin’s eyes flashed black and, even though the kid didn’t move, Dean clearly felt a punch to his gut.
“Don’t lie.” Danvers said.
“I’m not.” Dean choked out, glaring back at the kid. “And where the fuck is Sam?” Confusion showed on Danvers’ face, and he looked at the long haired boy, who shrugged.
“The other Fed?” Garwin guessed, his eyes sliding back to blue.
“My little brother.” Danvers’ scowl deepened.
“That guy’s your brother?” Garwin blurted.
“Yeah.” Dean grunted, eyes still locked on Danvers. They stared each other down, assessing and intimidating. Dean felt himself slide down the wall, his feet making contact with the ground.
“Your brother’s missing too?” Danvers asked. Dean nodded. The last of the unseen pressure pinning him in place released and he fell forward onto his knees. “Talk.” Danvers spat.
Dean glared at him and picked himself up from the ground. “You don’t know where Sam is?” He said, ignoring the command.
“You don’t know where Tyler is?” Danvers replied, answering both their questions.
“So who took them?” Long-haired kid asked. No one answered.
In silence, an unwilling alliance was formed.
___
Sam woke in darkness. He was very uncomfortably tied up, his knees pressed up to his chest and his hands behind his back. Something warm was leaning up against him.
“You awake?” He heard a voice from behind him and felt the rumble of sound in the person’s back.
“Yeah.” Sam grunted. “Who are you, and where are we?” The person tied to him chuckled.
“Tyler, and you’re one of the Feds that jumped me.” Sam flinched.
“Sorry about that…”
“Not exactly a problem right now.”
“Right. So, uh, why haven’t you used your magic to get us out of here yet?” He felt and heard Tyler sigh.
“I tried. It won’t work for some reason.”
“I think I know why.” A third voice announced. Sam and Tyler’s heads whipped in the direction it came from, unable to see anything in the dark. They both flinched away as a sudden light flared, silhouetting a boy about Tyler’s age, with brown hair and very blue eyes.
“Chase…” Hissed Tyler.
“Chase Collins? As in the kid that died last year?” Sam whispered back. He felt the vibration of Tyler’s nod.
“So you’ve heard of me!” Chase chuckled, crossing his arms and grinning.
“What do you want, Chase?” Tyler spat, his voice much angrier than Sam would’ve expected. Chase’s grin widened.
“Not much, baby boy.” Tyler growled at his nickname coming out of his enemy’s mouth. “I just want you to scream real loud.”
Before Sam could even think about that statement Chase’s eyes flashed black, and an intense wave of pain spread through him.